Grant sat on their bed with his head in his hands. "Can't we do something else, Bella?"

"Why?" she asked.

"Because this is stupid!" he exclaimed.

"Really? So you'd rather I call my lawyer and tell him to proceed with the divorce?"

"No!" he exclaimed.

"Then we proceed."

Bella slipped on a maroon dress that hugged her curves and accented her full, round breasts. "Must you wear that?" asked Grant.

"Yes, I must. It makes me look sexy."

"I know, too sexy."

Bella smiled wickedly. "Maybe I should have worn it more often then. But wait, I've only had the dress for a month and you've been fucking your secretary for over a year."

Grant sighed, "I know."

"It was bad enough you were cheating on me for most of our marriage, but when you dared to bring that little tart here, and fuck her in our bed, that was going too far. Seeing that little slut in our bed was just too much."

"So this is your idea of revenge?"

"If I wanted revenge you'd be having your balls handed to you by my lawyer. This is more like ... justice."

"It's cheating."

"No," she said, turning toward her husband. "It's getting even."

Grant entered the bar and sat in the booth they had selected a few days prior. It was the one where he'd have the best view of Bella's show. The waitress came by wearing a short skirt and low cut top. Grant ordered a scotch neat, with a beer chaser. He wanted to get drunk, but he knew that wasn't part of their deal. He also wanted bend the waitress over the table and pound her like he had his secretary so many times before Bella caught him.

Grant's mind wandered back to how this all came about. He and Bella had been married for over ten years, and had two beautiful children, yet Grant wanted more. He wanted what he thought Bella wouldn't give him. His first affair was with a coworker. It was a passionate, but short lived affair. Grant ended it when he learned Bella was pregnant with their son.

His next affair was with his best friend's wife that lasted until Bella got pregnant with their daughter. He tried to resist temptation, but faltered often. When he went to New York on business and met a client's wife, he knew he had to have her, and have her he did. But when she called with a pregnancy scare, he decided it was time for a vasectomy. He chose to not tell Bella, though she hinted often she wanted another child.

He swore after the vasectomy he'd behave himself, until Penny, his secretary arrived. She was beautiful woman of twenty, firm, and sexy with long red hair, big green eyes, and huge breasts. He learned after their first encounter her breasts were implants, but he didn't care. She could suck his cock dry in a matter of minutes and would often give him a blowjob under his desk while he was on the phone with important clients making him feel presidential. She also knew he would never leave his wife and after some prodding, she talked him into taking her to his place instead of a no-tell motel.

That was his critical mistake. He was pounding her tight ass and pulling her red hair as she screamed obscenities when Bella walked in on them and hit the roof. After weeks of begging, she agreed to talk. What Grant didn't expect, was what her terms for reconciliation would be. Now he was sitting here in this bar waiting for the cute little brunette waitress, the one he would love to sneak off to the bathroom with and fuck her brains out, to bring him his drinks, and his wife to arrive.

As the waitress set the glasses down, Bella walked in. The maroon dress flowed as she walked. Grant thought it might have been his imagination, but it seemed that every man turned when she entered, and all eyes were on her. Her blonde hair was curled to perfection, her makeup was flawless, and her body was smoking hot in that dress. Around her neck was the diamond and garnet pendant he had given her for her birthday last year. It hung perfectly at the apex of the valley of her cleavage. He knew the push-up bra was enhancing her already luscious and natural breasts.

Bella sat down at the barstool they had selected previously so Grant would have the best view of her show. She ordered a drink and glanced around the bar. Grant knew she was picky and wondered how long before she made her selection. As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long.

The man sitting at the far end of the bar with the dark hair, tanned skin, and wearing the expensive suit watched Bella enter and sit down. He also watched her ignore most of the men there, especially the one with the salt and pepper hair at the booth who was staring at her with a raw hunger. He waited for her to finish her first drink, then flagged the bartender and told him her next drink was on him. He waited in silence for her to order the second drink, and the smile that grew when she learned he had already paid for it.

The man walked over and sat next to her on the empty barstool. "Thank you for the drink," she said politely.

"You're welcome. I'm Zane," he said extending his large, muscular hand. His deep voice washed over Bella and added to her attraction to him.

"Bella," she replied, taking his hand into hers. His hand dwarfed hers easily and she smiled up at him.

"What is a beautiful woman like you doing in a dive like this?" he asked, releasing her hand.

"Having a drink and talking with you at the moment."

Zane laughed. His brown eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "I like your sense of humor."

"Thanks. Some days it's all I have."

"Would you like to dance?"

"I'd love to."

Zane led her to the dance floor and held her petite and curvy frame close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her head lay on his shoulder, and he enjoyed the view of her breasts. Her hand seemed pale in his as they slowly swayed on the floor. He could smell her sweet perfume and wanted to know if his fantasy matched her reality.

Bella breathed in his cologne and sighed. His firm chest and dark skin made her pale skin seem to glow. Yes, if he were willing, this would be the man she would take home tonight. She saw Grant watching them dance, and the mixture both anger and jealousy in his eyes. Part of her was leaping for joy that he was jealous, and part of her was wanting him to stop this, but she knew he wouldn't. Not only was that not his style, this was her game and thus, they were playing by her rules.

After a few dances, they walked back to the bar for another round of drinks. Bella was flirting with this stranger and was debating how she was going to explain to this stranger what she wanted when he asked, "Is there a reason that man in the booth behind us keeps staring at you?"

Bella glanced over at Grant, then said, "That's my husband."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," said Bella sipping her drink. "A few months ago I caught him fucking his secretary in our bed. I kicked his sorry ass out and contacted a lawyer. Then he came crawling back begging me for a second chance. See, he thinks I only know about his secretary, but I've known for years just how unfaithful he's been to me. So, after some thought, I decided the best way for him to prove just how sorry he was for his past transgressions, was for him to watch another man fuck me."

"And he agreed to this?"

"We're here tonight aren't we?"

Zane looked over at Grant, then back at Bella. "May I ask, why the fuck would you want to give him a second chance?"

"I'd say it's because I love him. But also I want to be able to tell my children we did all we could and mean it. Plus, he needs to know how I feel and I want justice."

"Ah," said Zane finishing his drink, "you want a revenge fuck."

"Do you mind?" Bella asked sheepishly.

Zane smiled wickedly, "Not in the least. What is your husband's name?"

"Grant."

"Well Bella, Grant is an idiot for cheating on such amazing lady as yourself. But maybe making Grant a cuckold for one night will do him some good."

"A what?"

"A cuckold ... when a female has sex with a male that isn't her mate. By your making him watch you as you fuck another man, namely me, you're making him a cuckold."

"I didn't know there was such a term."

"Oh my yes. And I hope we can do this more than just tonight. By the way, you mentioned children earlier. Where are they?"

"With my parents for the weekend. They don't need to know about this."

Zane smiled. "Good call. So where are we going to engage in this revenge fuck?"

"Justice fuck," corrected Bella, "and at our home. If he can fuck his secretary there, then I have my justice fuck there as well. That is, if you don't mind."

"And miss the chance to enjoy such a lovely lady as yourself? Oh hell no. Even if it's just for one night, it will be well worth it in the end. But before we begin, may I kiss you?"

Bella looked up at him surprised. She couldn't remember a man ever asking to kiss her before, they always just did it. "Um ... sure."

"I'm guessing no man has ever asked to kiss you before?" he asked, brushing a stray blonde hair behind her ear.

"You guessed right."

Zane smiled, took her face into his hands, leaned down, and softly kissed her lips. Electricity shot through Bella's body, hardening her nipples and dampening her panties. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to slip in. The sensation was almost overwhelming for Bella as she breathed in deeply through her nose.